The Clichéd Love Story

Chapter XII.

He just made a public declaration and it was for me.

I stood still and marveled at the man wearing a custom vest that had his somewhat apology on it, smiling at me with all of his nerves evident in his eyes. It felt like we had been standing here for hours, but it was only a few minutes as everyone vacated the stadium, except for the few who wanted to hear my response and our family and friends. He loved me. Jesse Hamstead was in love with me, and I am here in the present and not dreaming about this.

Ko kopa, somebody pinch me.

"Lesedi!" I look over to my left at my friends who were calling me. "Answer him!", they cried. Oh crap, yes, I needed to physically respond to him. I started to move closer him, closing what little space we had left between us.

I feel his large warm hands hold mine as he moves them from my face, wiping the tears that I didn't realise were falling. "So, do I have another chance? Do I have my Sedi back?"

I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face down, kissing the soft lips that I have missed so much. Our kiss was filled with passion, warmth and love, but as he lifted me up with my legs wrapping around his waist, I start hearing cheers and clapping around us.

Pulling away, I cover my face in the crook of his neck and I groan, feeling his body vibrate with laughter. "What's wrong love?", he asked and you could hear the happiness in his voice. "Iamgoingtobetheathletesgirlfriendnow", I muttered. Jesse lifts my face and looks at me in confusion.

"What did you say?", he asked. "I said, I'm now going to be an athlete's girlfriend. I'm going to be a WAG", I pout.

He lets out a laugh and kisses me tenderly before speaking, "No way. You are no WAG, you're my girlfriend. You're my Sedi". I smiled widely at the sound of that. "Yes, I am your girlfriend", I said softly before going in for another kiss, allowing myself to feel truly happy now that I was in love with my clumsy rugby player. How clichéd was it that the guy got the girl back in the end? I usually laughed at those scenarios on TV, yet here I was, basking in his love for me with no shame. I see why it's so cheesy, but it loved it because it's my own love story.

The End.

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Translation: Ko kopa- means 'please' only Sesotho

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